Mortal Mage

The cold moonlight shines on the Feizhou Fairy City.

A dark shadow flew up from the outer wall of the Tianzi No. 1 attic, and then quickly climbed up to the roof.

"唔唔唔唔唔"

In three or five steps, the man in black climbed to the roof of the attic.

The man in black lay on the attic roof, where a dormer window protruded, and listened inside with his ears perked up.

Under the black-clothed man's thick eyebrows were a pair of cunning little eyes, and there were a few fine lines at the corners of his drooping eyes.

Although he was wearing a black mask, one could still tell that he was Yi Qian.

Inside the dormer window is Number One.

inside the room.

On the fairy wood bed, Fen Mo slapped a bamboo ruler in his hand and looked at Fen Yihe and Fen Zice who were kneeling in front of him.

"Yihe, you carry it first."

Fen Mo stared at the slightly older child calmly and in a serious tone.

"An immortal does not seek gain or a safe place to live. He is smart in his work and cautious in his words. He pursues the right path. He can be called a good immortal..."

Quan Yihe lowered his head, biting his right fingernails while thinking hard.

There was fear on his flushed little face.

a long time.

Finally, Quan Yihe stretched out his tender little hand tremblingly and spread out his palm.

"Snapped!"

A crisp hitting sound was heard in the palm of his hand.

"This time, I am reminding you that you can be a good teacher by restoring the old and learning the new!"

Fen Mo stroked his beard. The ruler sounded loud and looked heavy, but when it landed on Fen Zice's palm, there was no mark.

"I see, Master. If you can restore the old and learn the new, you can be a good teacher."

Fen Zice withdrew his painful palm and quietly stepped aside.

"Zice, you carry your brother's load!"

"Yes, Master."

Fen Zice has a chubby little face and looks no more than seven years old, but his expression is more mature than his older brother Fen Yihe.

He wiped the snot hanging on his lips, then touched his collar, closed his eyes and began to recite with his head shaking; "The good people in this world are able to raise well. It is difficult to distinguish the color. If there is work, the disciple will do the work; if there is wine and food, the master will enjoy it..."

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"But if we step back and examine our selfishness, it can also be inspiring."

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The window paper of the dormer window was gently poked open by Yi Qian, and a puff of green smoke floated into the room through the dormer window.

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"Observe what they do, examine their origins, and investigate where they are at ease. How can immortals be simple? How can immortals be simple? Immortals do not stick to formalities. Immortals practice what they say before they follow it. Immortals learn widely without being arrogant, while thieves compare without thinking thoroughly. If you learn without thinking, you will be confused. If you think without learning, you will find it difficult to be independent."

"Grandpa, I've finished reciting..."

After Fen Zi Ce finished reciting the mantra, he felt a bitter taste rushing into his nose, and then an irresistible drowsiness rushed to his head. Then he fell limply to the ground with a thump.

"There are thieves..."

Xun Mo uttered three words in a deep voice and wanted to shout again, but he no longer had the strength to utter them a second time.

With a plop, he and Kuan fell into a deep sleep at the same time.

This Xun Mo is a mixed spiritual root, and his consciousness and premonition are far inferior to those of pure spiritual roots. Therefore, Ji Yiqian only needs to use ordinary incense to knock him out.

However, Yun had pure ice spiritual roots and could detect the slightest abnormality. In order to be on the safe side, he sold the Frost Soul Ice Condensing Pills to Yun.

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At this time, another man in black took advantage of the night and sneaked to the attic of Emperor's Room No. 2.

The man in black climbed onto the wooden beam in front of the attic window, gently poked a hole in the window paper, then tilted his head and peeked inside.

Inside the room, Yun, wearing a yellow silk nightgown, sat cross-legged on the bed, practicing quietly.

The man in black held the wooden beam outside the attic with one hand, and with the other hand he lifted the black veil that had slipped down from his face to his nose.

He is Ye Buwen.

It seems that this rhyme has no companion.

Ye Buwen's brows relaxed.

If Xiyun had no companions, then he would join forces with Bu Dazhen and would not be afraid.

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"He is indeed a little old man at the ninth level of Qi Refining. Old Song never lied to me. Tsk tsk."

Ji Yiqian slowly opened the dormer window, poked his head in to glance into the room, confirmed that the three people in the room had been knocked unconscious, then gently closed the dormer window, and climbed away quickly under the cover of moonlight.

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"Is there anyone upstairs?"

Outside the attic of Room No. 1 above his head, a breeze blew through Ye Buwen's hair.

Upstairs is the Emperor's Room No. 1.

He suddenly turned over and tried to escape, but saw another man in black escaped before him.

"What is he doing?"

Ye Buwen lowered his eyelids, rubbed his chin, and thought about it. He decided to go up and take a look first.

Thinking of this, he turned over and jumped up, stepping out of the dormer window of Tianzi Room No. 1 on the roof.

There was a hole as thick as a finger on the dormer window.

He covered his nose, gently opened the dormer window, and stretched his head to look inside the room.

Inside the room, Fu Mo and his two great-grandsons collapsed to the ground.

"Heh, so he wanted to steal a child with earth and wood spiritual roots, but when he met me, he thought his crime was exposed and ran away."

Ye Buwen looked coldly in the direction where the man in black left, and made a decision in his heart instantly.

He suddenly turned over and jumped into the room. With a "ying" sound, a jade sword instantly appeared in his hand, and then he flew to the side of Fu Mo in two steps.

"I'm sorry, old man. I'll burn paper money for you next year!"

After whispering something, he suddenly raised his hand and exerted force, and the jade sword pierced into Fu Mo's heart with a "snap".

“Uh… woo… woo…”

Streams of blood gushed out of Xun Mo's mouth, and soon Xun Mo was no longer alive.

Ye Buwen stood up, put away his sword, and glanced around the room.

He picked up the box in one hand and the box in the other, jumped out of the window, and fled away quickly under the moonlight.

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